Date: Tue, 08 Mar 2005 05:07:20 +0000
From: nickola silk <nikkie_silk@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jamie's Descent 4

Jamie's Descent Part 4

By Nikkie

Lisa walked towards the door and turned as she reached it, smiled wickedly
and said, "Fiona, don't forget now, play nicely."

"Oh, don't worry babe, I'll take very good care of her," Fiona replied,
looking me straight in the eye.

I felt like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car as I sat and watched
Fiona close the door after Lisa and pocket the key.

Fiona stood in front of me and said sharply, "Stand, slut!"

It was a tone of voice that made you think arguing about it wasn't such a
good idea. I got up as quickly as I could, nearly falling over in my haste
to obey. The tip of her pink tongue appeared and slid along her full
lips. She had seemed tall before, but now she towered over me. I saw that
somehow she had put on a pair of spike heels; open toed sandals really,
with two-inch spikes and thin leather straps that fastened around her
ankles. Her toes were painted a vivid scarlet and I wondered what my toes
would look like painted that colour.

"Take off the robe, you little sissy," she ordered sharply. I slid the robe
from my shoulders and it fell to the floor. I stood before her now just in
my panties and the mules I had been wearing. I was now so nervous I was
shaking.

"Are you scared, Jamie?" I nodded and she smiled. "That's good, honey,
because fear is good for you.  It strips away your inhibitions. Fear is a
drug, Jamie. It bares the nerves, it lets you feel as if for the first
time, again and again. Embrace your fears, Jamie. Let them take you to
worlds of pain and pleasure that you could never imagine. Let fear be your
guide. Let the fear release you."

She moved her head to one side, reminding me of the way a cat watches a
mouse before it decides to go for the kill. She reached out a perfectly
manicured finger and brushed my right nipple. I had become so tense that
her first touch just blew me away. Something burst deep within me and an
unbelievable sense of release surged through my body; my knees buckled, my
eyes closed and I couldn't stop a moan escaping from my throat. I had been
as taut as a bowstring and Fiona's touch had released me. The touch of her
fingernails, gently circling my nipple was so overwhelming that I felt
another slice of whatever self-control I still possessed slip away into the
darkness. I could not have cared less; all I wanted was for Fiona to keep
on making me feel this way.

I still had my eyes closed and I felt her fingers slide away from caressing
my nipple and they gently traced their way down to first to my belly
button, and then to the top of my panties. She stopped briefly, making
gentle circles on my skin. I could feel my tummy flutter as she did this
and then suddenly she slid her fingers into my panties and right down over
my cock. I was instantly hard as she massaged my cock. I felt her dig her
nails in, and my cock now felt on fire.

With my eyes still closed I could feel her lean in towards me, her lips
first brushing mine with a gentle kiss, and then suddenly, shockingly,
crushing my lips to hers. I shivered as I felt my lips slide across hers
and I felt for the first time the sublime and erotic charge of lipstick
upon lipstick.  Her tongue snaked past my lips and I let her invade me. I
nervously began to respond and my tongue fenced with hers. I felt a surge
of pleasure at being taken this way and I felt my self go limp and press
myself closer to Fiona. I instinctively reached around her waist with one
arm, my hand in the small of her back, and with the other arm reached up
and put my hand on the back of her head. I felt her arms envelop me and she
pulled me closer to her, our lips mashing together and tongues now
wrestling wildly.

I could feel her breasts against my chest and her nipples were now as hard
as pebbles. She growled as we kissed ever more passionately. I could now
barely stand as my legs felt like jelly and Fiona had to hold me up as I
gave myself to her.

"Ooowww!" I shrieked as her nails found my nipple and twisted it viciously.

"Be quiet, slut," she rasped. She stepped backwards and I almost fell as
she let me go. I rubbed my nipple with my hand and whimpered, "Why did you
do that?"

"Because I wanted to," was all she said. "From now on, you will address me
as Miss Fiona and you will only speak when you are spoken to, is that
clear?"

My nipple still hurt like hell and I felt tears spring to my eyes, as I
stared, open eyed, back at her.

"Stop pouting like a school girl, you little sissy," she said. "Do you
understand what I said?" Her eyes blazed as she spoke. What choice did I
have? I nodded, still sulking and massaging my tender nipple.

"Say it, sissy."

"Yes, miss Fiona," I said through clenched teeth.

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" She paused and tilted her head in that
feline way of hers. "Mmm, maybe the naughty school girl look would work,
white blouse, short pleated skirt, tie, boater. Yes, that would work nicely
for tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?" I asked, quickly adding "Miss Fiona" as I saw
the look on her face.

"Don't worry, sissy, we'll come to that later," was all she said. She moved
behind me and I turned to see where she was going.  She slapped my pantied
bottom hard with her hand.

"Did I say you could move?"

"No, miss Fiona." I whispered. My bottom stung where she had hit me.

"Good, you're learning, sissy Jamie," she sounded pleased. "Another thing,
I want you to keep your eyes down when you speak to me. Don't look me in
the face unless I say so, clear?"

She hit me again on the bottom, not quite so hard this time, but it still
stung. Tears of humiliation filled my eyes and I managed to snivel, "Yes,
miss Fiona."

"You are so lucky, Jamie. Not many people get to fulfil their wildest
fantasies in the way that you will.  This is what you have secretly dreamt
of, isn't it? You have longed to be a cocksucking slut, haven't you? You
knew that deep down inside you were a sissy. You want to take it like a
girl; on your hands and knees, on your back, up against the wall, bent over
a chair. You want to be fucked like a girl."

She spat the last words out and as she did my head was spinning. Between
the pain of the slaps, the assault on my nipple and the force of her words,
I had lost all control. I could only think that, yes, this was what I
wanted. Her words seemed to slice into my heart and soul and I cried
out,"Yes, yes, I want to be fucked like a girl. I need to be fucked."

Fiona's hands snaked round from behind me and cupped my nipples. I could
feel her breasts against my back, but this time she wasn't wearing her
tunic. Her pebble hard nipples were pressed hard and hot against my back
and I could feel her rubbing her groin against my bottom. My cock, iron
hard now, tented out my panties and. I longed to have a release from the
frustration that had been building in me all day.

"You want tits, don't you?" she whispered in my ear as she massaged my
nipples. Her voice was deep and dark and I felt unable to resist whatever
she wanted.

"Yes," I almost shrieked, "I want tits. I want them to be sucked and
grabbed and felt up by anyone who wants to."

"But, you want to keep your little cock don't you?" her voice was now low
and soft, the words cooing into my ear. "You want to keep this little thing
don't you Jamie? Because it's what makes you so special, isn't it?"

As she said this, her hands dropped to my panties and she slid them down a
little to free my aching cock. I looked down to see her dark brown fingers
pumping my cock, bringing me to the point of release. I fell back into her
body, not trusting my legs to keep me upright.  The sight of those brown
fingers wrapped around my white shaft made me even harder if that were
possible. She sensed my approaching climax and slowed down. She cupped my
balls and squeezed, the pain immediately taking me back from the edge.

I cried out in frustration, "Please, please, please, let me cum, let me
cum."

"Oh not yet, my sissy, you get to cum when I decide you've earned it and
not a moment before."

Her hands left my cock and she moved away from me. I nearly stumbled, but
she stopped me from falling with one hand on my back.

"Close your eyes, and enjoy what is going to happen, sissy."

I stood there, limp and almost past caring what was going to happen. My
senses had been finally overwhelmed and I just wanted her to let me cum. I
felt I was n a trance and almost without knowing it, my hand dropped to my
cock and started to rub my cock, as hard as ever.

"Oh, no you don't," she snapped, slapping my bottom again, this time harder
than ever and I yelped in pan and surprise.

"Do not touch yourself without my permission, do you hear?" she snarled.
"You do not own that cock anymore, it belongs to me right now, and I decide
what to do with it and when. Do you understand?"

I was in tears now, my face red with hurt and humiliation and my bottom
sore from her slaps.

"What more do you want from me?" I snivelled.

"Kneel," she said I reply.

"What?" I said, as I hadn't heard her properly through my snivelling.

"I said, kneel, you miserable sissy slut."

I sank to my knees, grateful to alleviate the strain of standing up.

"Now turn round and face me, but keep your eyes down until I tell you that
you can look at me."

I shuffled round 180 degrees with my eyes cast down.

"Come towards me" Fiona ordered. I shuffled forwards, eyes down until I saw
her feet encased I those fuck me sandals. I guessed she had sat down on the
chair I had occupied, but I dare not look up. She crossed her legs and her
right foot was now only a few inches in front of my downcast eyes.

"Put your hands behind you and then bathe my feet," she said as casually as
if she were asking for a cup of coffee. I was either stupid or totally
confused.

"Bathe them with what, Miss Fiona?"

"With your tongue, of course, you stupid little slut," she snarled this at
me.

I must have hesitated a fraction too long, because she leant forward and
slapped my face, n ot hard enough to mark, but badly enough to make my head
spin.

"Do it now!"

I bent forwards and began to lick her foot. I began with the toes, licking
and kissing each one in turn.

"Stop," she ordered. Relieved I thought it was over, but she continued,
"Now take off the sandal." I moved my hands from behind my back, but before
I could, she snapped,"Not with your hands, with your teeth."

"But, I can't, not with my teeth," I mumbled, my eyes still firmly cast
downwards.

"You never know what you're capable of until you try, do you, slut?" she
said with a trace of irony in her voice. I leant forwards and saw that the
sandal was tied in a knot with soft leather thongs just above her ankle. I
opened my mouth and grasped one end of the knot between my teeth and
pulled. With some tugging and wriggling I managed to loosen one end of the
knot and then took the other end in my teeth. Pulling my head backward I
managed to separate the knot and the ends of the thongs tumbled away. It
was easier than it looked and I guessed that it was just an excuse to put
me in my place.

Fiona kicked the sandal off and offered her foot to my mouth once more. I
was a quick learner and I didn't want any more slaps so I went to work on
her feet with gusto. I had expected them to taste bad but in fact they
tasted only of some kind of sweet scent, shower gel maybe.  I sucked and
kissed each toe again, then licked and kissed my way up her foot as far as
the ankle.  Fiona kept up a constant running commentary, encouraging and
insulting me in turn. I could sense that she enjoyed the power and control
she had over me.

I lapped rhythmically up and down her feet, kissing and licking, bathing
her feet with my tongue. My back was beginning to ache from the strain of
holding my hands behind my back and my mind started to wonder a little. How
had I sunk to this? How had I let myself be dominated so quickly and so
completely by the three women I had met in the past 48 hours? I tried to
make sense of what had happened to me; Vanessa tricking me with the Ladyboy
website, sucking my first cock, being transformed into a sissy and now on
my knees worshipping the feet of a beautiful black girl. The three girls
had played me like a violin. They knew so easily what tunes to choose to
bend me to their will, what music would reach out and touch the fantasies
that lay buried so deeply within me. How could they have known? Was it so
obvious in me? Did those secret desires really show through to them?
Something nagged uneasily at the corner of my mind. All this must have some
purpose; there was too much planning involved for it to be
coincidental. What was that purpose?  Someone was behind this.  Who was
pulling the strings? It did not seem likely that it was the girls, and most
importantly of all, what would happen to me next?

Fiona must have noticed that my attention was wondering as a sharp slap of
her hand on my head brought me back to what I was doing.  "Enough," she
said and crossed her legs to offer me the other sandal. As she crossed her
legs I sneaked a fast look up and Fiona was sitting naked in the chair and
as she moved her legs I saw a flash of her vagina, pink and glistening
wetly in the light. I quickly lowered my eyes again and concentrated on
working on her left foot. Now I know what was expected of me, it did not
take so long, but my back was so sore from bending forwards with my hands
behind my back.

"Good, that's very good my little pretty sissy," Fiona cooed gently as I
finished licking her foot. "Now, because you've been so good, I will let
you look up. Look at me, Jamie."

I looked up obediently, and saw Fiona sitting back in the chair, her legs
apart and her sex fully exposed to me. I stared open mouthed at the sight.

"Well, what are you waiting for girl?" she said, smiling wickedly at my
expression, "get over here. I need your tongue right now."

I managed to close my mouth and I inched forwards on my knees. I bent
forward and I gazed at her shaven pussy. I had never seen one so close up
before and I stared at the glistening folds of skin in front of me. Her
lack of pubic hair was somehow arousing and my cock hardened again for what
felt like the millionth time that day. Fiona reached forward and put her
hands behind my head.  She looked down at me and locked her eyes with mine.

"Come to mama, little sissy." Her voice sounded husky and thick with
desire.  "Come and use that sweet little pink, sissy white boy tongue on my
black pussy. Come and show me if you deserve to be rewarded, my little
slut. If you make me happy with your tongue, I might just let you cum."
Oh, I so desperately needed to be allowed to cum. I knew I would do
anything to get rid of my unbearable frustration.  Fiona's hands increased
their pressure on the back of my head as she pulled me down towards her
waiting sex. I broke away from her lust filled eyes and looked down to see
that she was obviously heavily aroused. Her pussy was visibly wet and she
was pushing her hips towards my face. I closed my eyes as I caught her
musky smell and as she increased the pressure on my head, I fell forwards
so that my lips suddenly touched her pussy. I instinctively tried to pull
back but she easily pushed me back into her.

"You must do what I want, you fucking little sissy, or I won't let you cum
for a year!" she snapped at me.

I swallowed, my mouth and tongue were so dry from washing her feet, and I
tentatively pushed my tongue through my lips and onto her pussy. She was so
wet that my tongue slid easily over her outer lips and I heard Fiona gasp
and she pulled me roughly onto her. Her hips were bucking, grinding herself
against my face. I felt her wetness on my face as she pushed against me.

"Lick me good, you fucking little fag whore, you cocksucking sissy boy
slut.  Make me cum, you little trashy white queen. Show me you're good for
something, you miserable worthless bitch. Make mama cum and I'll let you
cum, you faggot, you little fairy, you arse licking miserable pussyboy."
She was screaming by now and her stream of abuse made me more aroused than
ever.

I began to slide my tongue up and own, she squeezed her legs tight around
the side of my head and locking me in place with her hands at the back. I
felt I was suffocating and struggled to get my head away, but she was too
strong and tightened her grip. I began to panic and felt myself start to
black out when the pressure suddenly eased and Fiona relaxed her grip on my
head a little. I spluttered and gulped in air.

"Get on with it, or I'll do that again," she growled and quickly squeezed
my head and then relaxed again. My head stopped spinning and I realised
that I could only escape by dong what she demanded. I worked my tongue
inside her and felt her react. I moved my tongue around and found her clit;
she was already hard and I sucked on it. Christ, she almost jumped out of
the chair, her back arched and she screamed.

"Fuuuuuuuccccckkkkkk!"

I sucked some more and then flicked it with my tongue. She yelped again and
bucked her hips so much I had to let go and she slammed me back into her
pussy.

"Rub my tits," she ordered and I moved my hands from behind my back, where
I had managed, incredibly to keep them, and reached up to her breasts. They
weren't large but her nipples were huge and they were standing out hard. I
rolled the nipples between my fingers and Fiona again jumped around.

"Fuuuccckkk, keep going you slut, make me cum hard, bitch."

I stuck my tongue back into her pussy and flicked and sucked on her clit
again. She was moaning and screaming again, pushing harder and harder
against my face. I could feel her tense and then she arched her back for
the last time, screamed one more obscenity and slumped back into the chair.

Her knees and hands released my head and as the pressure disappeared I felt
a roaring noise in my head and I felt I was falling into a long dark well
and then I felt no more.

It couldn't have been very long before I came round, tongue sticking to the
roof of my mouth, lying sideways on the floor, my face against the wooden
floor. I raised my head and tried to move my hands.  It was only then that
I realise they were bound behind me.  I think it must have been a pair of
those plastic ties they use these days to secure criminals. It didn't feel
like rope and not a pair of handcuffs. I tried to wriggle my hands free and
all I succeeded in doing was to make the thing cut into my wrists. I tried
to sit up but with my hands bound this way, there was no way I could manage
it.

"Oh, you're awake at last." Fiona's voice came from somewhere behind me. I
managed to move my head enough to look in the direction of her voice. She
moved across to me and knelt down so that she could look into my eyes. She
was still naked and her skin glistened like oiled ebony.

"Slut, look at me," she said. "I will keep my word. I will give you the
chance to cum. But, there is one condition." Her face was now very close to
mine, and she brushed my hair away from face, almost tenderly. "Do you want
to know what the condition is, Jamie slut?

I was so desperate to get some kind of satisfaction so I nodded. She looked
straight into my eyes as she spoke, "I will let you cum if you can do it
without touching your cock. Do you understand?"

I stared at her, "How can I come without touching my cock?"

She smiled as she brought something from behind her back into my line of
sight. I gasped out loud as I realised that what she held in her hands was
a black strap on dildo. My eyes widened as I realised what she intended to
do. This was how she was going to get me to cum. I stared at her, "No,
no. please, no."

Fiona smiled wickedly, "Oh yes, you little sissy. You know this is what you
really want. You said it yourself `I want to be fucked like a girl'," she
imitated my voice and I shivered as I remembered what I'd said.  "That's
what you begged for, you slut, and that's what you're going to get."

Fiona disappeared from my sight and she pulled me roughly to my feet. I was
unsteady on my feet and I had to lean against her. She pushed me across the
room to a table and had me stand facing the table.

"Bend over."

"What," I whimpered, trying to look back at her over my shoulder. I was
becoming really scared now and started to shake.

"Bend over, I said," and she smacked me again on the bottom, pushing me
forwards so that my chest was flat against the tabletop. With my hands
bound I could not stop her and lying across the table like this, I could
not move.

"Miss Fiona. Please don't do this," I begged her, my voice squeaking with
fear.

"But you said this is what you wanted, didn't you?" she hissed in my ear. I
could feel her very close behind me as she whispered, "You should always be
careful what you ask for, because you might just get it." She laughed as
she said this. She moved round the table to stand in front of me and I felt
sick as I saw that she was now wearing the strap on. It jutted out six or
seven inches from her groin and she posed in front of me, as if modelling
the phallus for me.

"Don't you like it then, slut?" she pouted as if disappointed in my
reaction. "You liked it so much two days ago Vanessa thought you would
swallow it."

My heart sank as I realised this was the same strap on that Vanessa had
used in her office two days before; the one that I had swallowed deep into
my throat after she had caught me looking at that ladyboy website.

"Maybe you want to kiss it again?" she pushed it up against my lips and I
tried to move my head away.  She persisted and began to push it harder
between my lips. I had to give in and I let it slide into my mouth.

"Suck it good, slut. You want it to slide in easily into your virgin pussy
don't you?" she asked almost innocently. I stared at her and tried to say
something but with the rubber penis in my mouth I just made meaningless
noises. She slid it out of my mouth and I said, "Miss Fiona, please don't
do this."

She scowled, "I don't think you're being anywhere near grateful enough. I
can't stand all this whining, either."

She stood behind me and grabbed my hair; pulling my head up I opened my
mouth to ask her to stop and she pushed something into my mouth. It was a
hard rubber ball that she secured around the back of my head with an
elastic cord. I stared to gag and she said, "Breathe through your nose."

My jaws started to ache almost immediately with the ball gag in my mouth
and I slumped forward, defeated onto the table. I felt Fiona's hands on the
back of my panties, sliding her hands over my bottom. She began to
rhythmically knead my cheeks with her hands. This had the effect of pushing
my cock against the table and unbelievably I found myself getting hard
again.  Fiona began to ease down the panties, pausing to slide her finger
up and down my crack. I tried to push away from her finger, which of course
pushed my cock more firmly against the table. Back and front I was being
assaulted.  She moved my legs apart with her knee, opening me up even more
at the back.  Her finger started rubbing against my hole and she began to
slide her finger inside, gradually increasing the pressure so that her
finger began to slide deeper and deeper inside me. I began to wriggle with
the feeling of her finger inside me and that only made it worse.

"We have to open up that tight little virgin boy pussy don't we," she said,
"we don't want any accidents when you get this big cock inside do we?"

I could no longer think straight. Fiona's finger was now fully inside and
it seemed she was filling my insides. Between her finger at the back and
the table at the front I was being torn apart with sensation. I was losing
control completely and my cock was now as hard as it had been all day. I
realised that she had now slid two fingers inside me and I now began to
feel less uncomfortable as I became used to having her fingers there. I had
stopped moving away from her and almost against my will I felt myself
moving backwards against her hand.

"Oh, so we do like this then," she purred as she felt me wiggling
backwards.  "I knew you would, you little pussyboy."

I could not stop myself from pushing back to get as much of fingers inside
as possible. Fiona started to push harder and I felt her fingers move in
and out of me. She was finger fucking me and I loved it!  Suddenly, she
pulled her fingers out and I felt so empty as her fingers left a vacuum in
my ass.

"There, that's opened you up nicely," she said. I felt something cold being
applied to my hole and I realised that this was some kind of lubricant.

"Don't worry, baby. Here comes your new lover." As she said this I felt
something much harder and larger than her fingers at my passage. "Relax,
relax, relax, my little sissy," she cooed as she began to push harder
against my hole. "Relax, try to pretend you're having a shit and push
outwards," she said as the tip of the dildo began to move inside my
ass. She rocked backwards and forwards, gently at first and then with
increasing pressure as the phallus began to move past my ring and deeper
into me.  This started to hurt and I close as my eyes as tears of pain
welled up into them.

"Urnghh, mmggrgh," was all I could manage to say through the ball gag.

"Easy tiger," said Fiona.

Fiona eased back and then moved forwards again, the dildo again pushing
past my ring. This time it wasn't so bad but I still bit down against the
gag as she continued to push it deeper inside me.  Suddenly, it was inside
me and the pain began to ease a little. Fiona paused again and I felt her
bend down to give me a kiss on the back of my neck.

"That's so good, little sissy. You've been very brave. Now, you get your
reward,; you get to cum."  With that she started to rock forwards and back
so that the rubber cock started to move within me. I squealed again through
the gag and Fiona rubbed her hands across my back in a soothing way.

"Sssh, sssh," she cooed as you might to a baby.

She continued to rock in and out and slowly the pain ebbed away as I got
used to this thing inside me.  How long Fiona did this for I don't know and
just when I began to feel the pleasure I can't say. But somehow and
sometime I began to feel that this wasn't so bad and then I started to feel
aroused by what she was doing. I realised that the cock was massaging my
prostate and that if I pushed backwards I realised I could make this
feeling even better. I started to move back as Fiona thrust forwards and
the feeling of pleasure began to grow.

"Good girl, I knew you would love this," said Fiona her hands still
massaging my back. "You were made for this, little sissy. This is what you
want, isn't it? But you want a real man's cock next time don't you? You
want to bend over in front of some stud with a prick that's as hard as a
steel pipe. You want to beg him to fuck you, you beg him to let your ride
his monster cock.  You want him to drive his throbbing dick into you, so
hard that at first you beg him to stop and then you beg him never to stop.
You want him to fuck you forever."

All through this Fiona increased her pace and she was by now fucking me
hard and fast. All I could feel were the waves and pan and pleasure that
were washing over me. I was being overwhelmed with sensation and the I
could feel that wonderful warm feeling that builds in your groin as you
know that you are going to cum. I could feel my orgasm grow deep within me
and suddenly I felt myself tense and then my cock exploded. I could feel my
self cum and cum. I had never had such an orgasm in my life. It seemed to
go on and on without end. Fiona was now pumping furiously and she cried in
triumph as she saw me cum.

"Yes, yes, yes. You're a real sissy now. You're a real pussyboy."  She
stopped fucking me and pulled out of me. She reached round and pulled off
the ball gag. I slumped forwards onto the table, physically and emotionally
ravaged by what I had just gone through. Fiona grabbed me by the hair and
pulled my head up. I looked through only half open eyes and saw a small red
light high up on the wall.

"Smile," said Fiona brightly, "you're on candid camera."

Vanessa and Lisa watched the video feed as I looked straight at the camera.
They saw my wild, make up smeared face, slack with exhaustion and spent
lust. They saw me try to say something and then Lisa clicked off the
feed. They had worried if Fiona had gone too far when Jamie blacked out but
in the end it had worked out really well.  It had turned into one of their
best ever set ups. The film of the whole session, captured on the three
secret cameras in the room, would be edited and on the website later that
night. The two women knew that this one would get a huge number of
downloads.

"This always makes me so horny," said Vanessa, her voice low and dark with
anticipation.

"Me too," replied Lisa, her hands reaching out to unbutton the other girl's
blouse as Vanessa leaned across to part Lisa's lips with her tongue.

To be continued